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Yeah Ay Yeah Hella static (ay) When we maneuver we weave through Hella traffic Mad tragic (yeah) But we gon make it, takein' R's the fastest It's gon happen (yuh) However I get lets get it crackin' Old fashion (ay) Smoking big cigars up in a mansion 'Till my [?] (yuh) Represent my section with a passion Los Angeles, and back down to inland with scandalous I'm passin' this (what up) To real niggas that aren't scared to handle this I granted it (ay) Built them this game and then this [?] I run with savages Hand full of calluses, they Put in work and ransack, cause damages The baddest acting shit Pull up with the baddest chick They know the situation we bringing and we ain't having it Nigga Letras de canciones This that gangster, west coast, shit that we ride to This that late night, [?], to get high to This that gangster, west coast, shit that we ride to That we ride to That we ride to This that gangster, west coast, shit that we ride to This that drink yo drink, and get high too This that bag it all up, and get your cash too This that fuck that bitch nigga, and her friends too This that new coop, no roof, and its fast too Bitch I stay smashin', why you think they call me Traffic I alternate anywhere, just to get my cash in My baby mama's was trippin', until I bought this bag And I stay strapped, heavy metal, with a [?] attack Just in case yo nigga wanna roll me, try to jack me Better go check my trap sheet, Traffic get it packin' From the county, to the jail, my niggas get it crackin' This that gangster, west coast, shit that we ride to This that late night, [?], to get high to This that gangster, west coast, shit that we ride to That we ride to That we ride to Nigga From Letras Mania